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Post by andreafayne on Mar 20, 2011 14:15:57 GMT -5
"It's a pretty good idea to stay off that side, yeah." She laughed softly while one hand absentmindedly fingered a titanium chain with nearly fifty guitar picks on it. From what could be seen, each pick was different; not one was identical to another. The brunette downed the glass of whiskey that she had poured.
Andrea wondered -- having gone into a brief state of thought -- if she'd maybe get some sleep tonight. It wasn't often that she didn't sleep, but, when that wave of insomnia settled in, it lasted for a while. There were times when she'd go a week on seven hours of sleep; the hours scattered around -- a few hours one day, no sleep for two days. It varied.
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Post by kai on Mar 21, 2011 7:43:24 GMT -5
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KAI smirked and arched one of his bushy black eyebrows, watching her for a moment before a noise in the corner of the bar caught his attention. Turning his head, kai rolled his eyes and lifted a hand to the back of his neck, swearing under his breath. Two idiots fighting in the corner of the bar was just what he needed. Behind him he could hear the landlord calling the police – wasn’t this getting better by the minute?
Swiping the bottle of whisky from the bar, kai turned back to women thieving his drink and smirked. ”Well that’s my cue to leave. Can’t be around here when the Blues show up. ”
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Post by andreafayne on Mar 24, 2011 17:30:09 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan there, darlin'." Andrea, too stood up from he bar. She headed to the door and then disappeared to the outside. The woman fished in one pocket for her keys and pulled them out, walking over to a midnight blue motorcycle in the parking lot.
Swinging a leg over the bike and sitting down, she placed the keys in the ignition. The brunette grabbed the helmet and pulled it on over her head before turning the keys and starting the bike. She lingered, the visor of her helmet open. Andrea loved the sound that her well oiled machine made.
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Post by kai on Mar 26, 2011 17:07:44 GMT -5
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FOLLOWING her out, Kai reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his cigarettes, tapping one from the packed and placing it between his lips. He could still hear the echoes of the fight behind them as he lit up, expelling he smoke from his nostrils before heading over into the car park himself.
”Nice Bike.” He commented, swinging his leg over his own and slipping the keys into the ignition.
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Post by andreafayne on Mar 27, 2011 18:21:40 GMT -5
Her brown hues looked over at Kai. "Thanks. Yours is nice too. Anyways, see 'ya." The visor was closed and the bike peeled out of the parking lot as sirens were heard approaching the bar.
Andrea was headed to a motel just down the road. She was staying there for the night and would be heading to her next case sometime the next day. What she needed to do was find her next case, first.
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